Even Her Shadow Shares Her Beauty

Even her shadow shares her beauty, Insomuch as it shows us her form. A gentle lass, not proud and not snooty, Her laughter so kind and so warm. Her posture, her stance and her manner, Each gesture reflecting her style, Composure, and even her glamour, Her lips and her mouth and her smile.... Her hair as it nestles her shoulders, Cascading like gossamer threads, Her arms as they sweetly enfold us, Her fingers caressing our heads. Her figure that beckons us closer, Attracts us to ever draw near, To taste of her lips like ambrosia, When perfect love casts out our fear. Behold how her shadow shows glory, Her essence, her being, her all. It tells us the truth of her story, Her life, in real time, on the wall. I'd rather kiss her than her shadow, I'd rather be wed to her heart... I'd rather be father to children I'd know, A parent new life to impart. I'd rather reach out to caress her, Undress her, make love and be blessed. While shadows grant limited pleasure, Her body is truly the best...